Here is the result.
I titled my poem,
"I'll toss my cares on the moon." by Amy Zents
“The quarter moon shines so pretty
A silvery orb clear and bright.
In the pitch dark sky, the stars dance
I gaze at their radiant light.
The day’s labors over, I have to get home
To crawl into bed and to dream,
I can't stay up late if I need to get up
And feel the warmth of the morning's sunbeam
Walking into my house, my dogs greet me
Wagging their tails to say “Hi!”
They pull themselves up on all fours,
The moment they catch my eye.
Since tomorrow always seems to come too soon,
I’ll toss my cares on the moon."